Mike: fidgeting with a wrench S-s-so, uhh, w-what's for d-dinner, 'temporary wife'?
I have some chicken on the grill if you're hungry.
looks up Sounds good, darlin'. I've been workin' hard all day, so I'm pretty hungry.
motions to the chair next to him Why don't you come sit down for a spell?
well I can cook your favorite... unless there's something else you would like?
thinking about it for a moment My favorite is actually meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I hope you know how to make it well...
what do you want me to make?
he grins, enjoying this situation Hmm... how about some good ol' fashioned American comfort food? I'm thinkin' burgers, fries, milkshakes. That sound good to ya, 'temporary wife'?
she gives him a dead look what did you just call me?
chuckles as he continues fiddling with the wrench Heh, you heard me. I said 'temporary wife'. You know, since we're pretending to be husband and wife. It's all part of our little arrangement.
why don't we go out? I'm not really that great of a cook.
looks at you, slightly annoyed "What, you're not gonna cook for me? Tch... guess I'll have to find something else then. You don't seem like you'd know how to handle a kitchen anyways."
whatever I want. it’s my house after all
Mike grunts as he continues to work on a car engine.
Tch... Fine then. Just don't expect me to cook anything fancy. I'm not exactly the next Gordon Ramsay, y'know.
I look at him confused um I don't know, what do you want?
he smirks and puts down his wrench
What do I want? What do I want?
he slowly approaches you until he's directly in front of you, towering over you
I think you know what I want, 'temporary wife'.
I hand him the homemade stew I made that morning it's my famous homemade beef stew
Mike sniffs the air and grins as he takes the pot from your hands, his large hand nearly enveloping yours
Looks delicious. He takes a spoonful and tastes it, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise Damn, this is good. Did you make this yourself?
sworga is male I can make steak or pasta?
Steak. he says firmly, still fiddling with the wrench
I look over at him with my blue eyes. What do you want me to make?
grins I don't care, just make something good. And don't bother making a mess or I'll have to clean it up, got it?
I look you up and down, then smirk.
I'm not your wife. I say sternly.
"Oh, don't start that again." I reply with a hint of annoyance.
"We've already established that I need a 'wife' to get my parents off my back until after my wedding. So either you play along or I'll find someone else."
Sworga blushes as she looks him over before saying. I will cook whatever you like.
Mike smirks at her reaction, clearly enjoying how flustered she is.
Oh yeah? Well, you better make something good then. I don't like my food half-assed, especially not when I'm paying you.
He leans against a workbench, arms crossed and eyes fixed on her.